The story is about the rise and fall of a family and the size of a family story. The protagonist is Jia Baoyu, it should be said that he is a slightly gentle man. His softness is partly due to the environment. Almost from top to bottom are women, women who are in charge of the whole family. Naturally, they should say, "The people near Zhu Zhechi and Mexico are black people". Their family prospered because a woman in their family entered the palace and became the emperor's favorite concubine, so she sang poems and had fun every day. Two of them had to be mentioned, namely Xue Baochai and Lin Daiyu. Lin Daiyu is jealous and sentimental by nature, and Jia Baoyu just likes her. She was weak and her ancestors didn't like her, so she tricked Jia Baoyu into marrying Xue Baochai. Lin Daiyu was very angry when she heard the news. Jia Baoyu opened Xipa and found that it was not Lin Daiyu, but Lin Daiyu who died, heartbroken and became a monk.
The right and wrong here is "cutting constantly, reasoning is still chaotic", which makes people see the flaws of ancient marriage. They are often arranged by their parents. What's even more ridiculous is that they sometimes get married without meeting each other. Moreover, in ancient times, women were vying to enter the palace, because it would make the family rich, but the emperor had thousands of concubines, which were favored for a while and soon became cold and cheerless. Why enter the palace? The emperor's grandmothers drank and had fun, but the people ate the last meal without the next. The hardships of life are unimaginable, and it is no wonder that there have been "rebellions" again and again. The fate of disaster still lies with the emperor. This kind of tragedy makes people feel chilling and angry, and people can't help but hate the ancient exorbitant taxes and levies, pushing the people to the edge of the fire pit step by step, which is really terrible.
A Dream of Red Mansions makes me happy and sad, angry and emotional, and it also makes me think a lot. Perhaps, everything is not perfect, and so are people.